"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Sunday, March 11, 2007
Refuge
Goethe, Faust I, 4042-3 (tr. Walter Kaufmann):
Leave the great world, let it run riot, And let us stay where it is quiet.
Lass du die große Welt nur sausen, Wir wollen hier im Stillen hausen.